past tense

I was raised on a crazy block...
where niggas wasn't afraid to raise that 80
at a shady cop...
we did anything we could
to raise some gwap..
whether or not
the weather was cold or blazin hot..
we made it pop...my block ain't what?
You can't say it's not...
just ride thru one time
and i bet the scenery
will make you change ya thoughts,
tuck ya chain and engage the locks..
that place is a crazy stop...
n yes we had those that tried to test it...
they'd pull up... jump out ...
n then left with only enough time to regret it...
n thats how we was
once upon a time on the northside..
aka the warside....
mainly just a bunch of poor guys
walking around with more 44s
than a short guy...
tryin to score more than just four $5s ...
that meant everyday was war time...
45s...war crimes...
that meant no one was safe..
not your moms...my moms...
n thats why i kept an arsenal of pipe bombs
at my moms...
sittin roof top til the rise of dawn...
dressed in all black like i was spawn...
but those times is gone
n i aint about that type of dumbshit...
alot of shit has changed,
i don't even have phone numbers
for half of the cats i used to run wit...
n thats what that type of life comes wit..
.you run around like a dumbshit
claiming a set
or some click...
then you grow up ...
look around
and realize that you have no around
that you hung wit...
aint that somethin...
that's why dont typically write
about the things that you read today...
because i live my life now, in a better way...
i chose to get away...
from that hell hole...
n when i landed in Vegas
was the first time i ever felt whole...